will enjoy this.
Boys will be boys, no matter where they live.
Exactly correct! I've got five sons and they all survived (somehow) to adulthood ...
i have a 3 year old and a 1 year old. the fun is just beginning for me!
Paden,
Reminds me of my two sons, now 43 and 41 respectively. One day me and SWMBO were sitting in the living room, me trying to program a HP25 and her watching some gibberish on TV.
All of a sudden I see my oldest (7 at the time and his brother 5 at the time) come streaking across the front yard in search of god knows what. 15 seconds later the oldest comes flying by with a garden hose, simultaneously the irrigation well kicks in thanks to the younger brother.
Of course, being the concerned parent, I immediately proceeded to investigate the ruckus thinking now what in hell have they done!
Turns out they were chopping away at a lightered pine stump and decided if the splinters they chopped off, with a machete no less, would burn. Oh they did! and subsequently set the adjacent scrub brush on fire as well. We managed to put the damn thing out before the neighbors called the Fire Department, Police, Homeland Security etc…
Have a happy Halloween!
Ps: the kids got a nice visit with the belt almost on their butt, it was more of a scare tactic on my behalf, I would never hurt them!
Sons...
Mine are 38 and 35 now, thank God.
I do remember about 25 years ago I had purchased new furniture for the front room.
When I got home from work the new coffee table was out in the yard slanted up as a bicycle ramp....with the new sofa cushions as a landing area.
We had a talk.
ahhh, memories..
brings a tear to my eye.
ahhh, memories..
Yip. I had a number of tears in my eyes from similar stunts "back in the day". Dad had a razor strop you wanted to make sure never left the hook on the back of the kitchen door.
ahhh, memories..
> Yip. I had a number of tears in my eyes from similar stunts "back in the day". Dad had a razor strop you wanted to make sure never left the hook on the back of the kitchen door.
I am learning as I go at being a poppa. I remember carrying quite a few whippings as a kid, belts, switches, house shoes, whatever was handy to get the point across. In my young career as a dad I am finding that the psychosocial torture is almost as important as the physical 🙂
ahhh, memories..
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> i have a 3 year old and a 1 year old. the fun is just beginning for me!
Be sure to stock up on Pepto and Tums.
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Wow! Don't forget the girls either. My daughter and her friends are just as crafty and tearing stuff up as my son and his friends.
That's hilarious!
